Matthew snapped up in panic and tried to jump to his feet, which only made the chains bruise his wrists and ankles further. Taking deep breathes he calmed himself, thinking about the nightmare. He couldn't remember what it was. All that came to his was the panic and fear of something horrible happening.

He relaxed, taking deep breaths to slow his heartbeat. It was still as black as tar and freezing, though his body had gone a little numb, there were a few pin pricks of it jabbing at him. His body now ached in the position he was chained and his stomach and throat from hunger and thirst. He wasn't in danger; a country couldn't die from starvation. It made the situation that much more unpleasant and made him more… weak. How long did Russia expect to keep him in this dark room? He'd turn into a ghost if this was his new room.

Matt was wide awake now, but it was hours before he heard a creaking of an opening door. He spent a good chunk of that time trying to wiggle free of the chains. When that didn't work, he sat contemplating the situation. He had to escape ASAP before the Russian had a chance to notice who he was, but nothing came to mind. Alfred always had a plan, there was always some 'great escape' and he'd do it without thinking of the consequences. But he wasn't him, he had no plan so he couldn't escape as of yet.

Russia opening the door filled the room with light and blinding the younger man. It made it even worse when he tugged a hanging light bulb to life. Matt waited to adjust to the light before glaring right at the man. He was still without his glasses, so all he could see was color and a slight shape. "Hello little Alfred." He sang to Matt, undoubtedly smiling that creepy smile as usual. "I thought it might make you a bit happier if I visited you before I left." Left?
"Where are you going?" Russian hummed, leaning down towards him and brushing a few hairs from his face. "You needn't worry about that, I'm taking care of everything. You are mine after all." Matt flinched away from his hand. "Belong to you! I don't belong to anyone!"
Russia growled deep in almost a playful tone. He was so close that Matt could see the red flakes in his eyes with unwanted clarity. "I don't think you're in the position to argue."
He opened his mouth to argue more, but Ivan cut him off with a crushing kiss. He tried to withdraw, but he already had him pressed to the wall. He ran his hands up and down his body causing him to shiver. He was warm. His freezing body yearned for more and he find himself leaning into the touches.

Matt didn't notice when Ivan had slipped his hand low and grasped his crotch. No, this was done. He bit his tongue hard and it withdrew instantly. Ivan chuckled and licked his lips.

"Keep. Your hands. Off me." Matt growled. The others hand slipped down the front of his pants and grabbed his penis. Matt twitched away from his grasp, holding a moan deep in his throat. "Make me." The words ghosted over his ear before it was licked devilishly. He started stroking his length, getting him to shake and rock to his pace against his will. He cursed the Russian with all the swear words he knew Al knew, which wasn't a lot and he found himself repeating one word over and over again.

"You seem to be enjoying it." His breathe seemed to cover all of him, warming him momentarily before letting the cold eat at him again. "Sh-shut ahh-up." He was close to climaxing, his mind had blurred with pleasure. He couldn't summon up the strength to fight against the other.

Ivan slowed his pace and Matt did all he could not to whine. A wicked smile crossed the others face and he licked his neck. "Beg for it." Matt growled, but it only got Ivan to bite him harshly. "Ah! S-stop bastard!!"
"You want me to stop? Alright, you asked me to." The warmth of the other left him shivering and feeling dirty. He wanted to shrivel up and hide like he was used to. He cursed everything to the deepest parts of hell.

Ivan tugged his head up by his hair and forced him to look him in the eye, but he didn't say anything; the look in his eyes was enough. That dark, brooding glee he held proved his dominion over the younger man. Matt was overwhelmed with the feeling to cry, but didn't let even one fall. He wanted to cry, but Alfred wouldn't, so instead he snarled. "Fuck off." His voice sounded so quite.

Ivan smiled brightly and let go. "Be a good boy, little Al." Without another word he stepped out and left him. The light was still on so he could see, but it was still freezing cold and he was still starving away. There was little hope. All Matt could think to do is cry.
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Curse that bloody Russian! Thinking that just because he kidnapped Alfred he has the right to try to annex America! The short Brit stormed down the busy New York street, looking for anything that sold good tea; damn he needed a cup of tea. Every nation knew what was happening, so everyone fought Ivan; but even then Ivan could easily extend his hand of war and attack someone else. Curse Alfred for starting this!

It was odd that Matthew wasn't at the meeting, especially since it was centered around his brother. Usually the Canadian did all he could to support the crazy American no matter what. Even during the depression when every country wanted his head, he stood beside him, swaying from sickness, and defended him. Now, when he needed him the most, Matthew wasn't present.

He huffed, angered he couldn't find anything with decent coffee, so he settled for one of those 'Starbucks'. The little coffee shop reeked of the disgusting stuff and Arthur almost heaved up his lunch. He couldn't understand why anyone could like the stuff. He scurried to the counter, earning a few odd looks, and ordered Earl Grey.

"Your names Arthur, right?" the barista asked calmly, giving him a weird look as well. Arthur out loud sputtered and froze, had a citizen found out about them!? She took his reaction as a yes and held out an envelope for him. "Here, some guy came in a few minutes ago and told me to give this to you." The envelope was marked clearly "To Eyebrows". "The eyebrows thing helped." She added, trying to calm him from thinking her some sort of stalker. Arthur just took the letter and his finished drink and marched off.

He waited until he was outside to sit down and inspect the letter closer. "Read Alone" was written on the back, instantly telling him who had written this. Alfred. He tore it open and read the simple letter quickly.

Arthur,

I'm fine. Sick, but fine

Meet me at Matthews' house after the meeting, make sure no one knows

He has Matt.

The world stopped as he read the last sentence. He was Ivan and Ivan had Matt. The little quite Canadian that was so courteous and respectful was in the clutches of that madman. Thousands of questions buzzed in his head, but none would get answered until he met with Alfred; and the quicker the meeting was over the quicker he'd see the lazy American. He jumped up, startling a few people at his sudden move and ran back. Arthur ran to distract himself from the vise on his chest. He felt practically responsible for Matt's fall into the wrong hands, since he is his child. He'd rescue him, that he was sure of. He'd rescue him and they'd be happy again.

Wheeee~ Beatings begin~ I loooooove Matt with all my heart, I swear I don't like hurting him!! I can't even write a full beating with him T_T I swear the next one will be better.